Xuanyuan Sword

When Chen Fei saw the prompt on the Panel, a smile could not help appearing on his face.

Chen Fei sank his mind into the technique. Only after a long while did he open his eyes, a thoughtful look in them.

To forcibly smelt and sort scattered words and fragments into a technique that could be cultivated—the Panel's ability was beyond doubt.

But even a clever wife could not cook without rice. The Jade Slip contained only so much about the Nine Purgatory Hell Art, so the technique sorted out now was naturally pitifully sparse in content.

Chen Fei felt a little regret in his heart, but he quickly cast that emotion aside.

Of all things in the world, it was impossible for everything to develop according to one's wishes. Sometimes, gaining something at all was already quite rare.

At a rough glance, this Nine Purgatory Hell Art actually had many concepts that did not align with Chen Fei. Even if Chen Fei truly obtained the complete version, when fusing it with other techniques, he would still discard much of its content.

And what left the deepest impression on Chen Fei in this Nine Purgatory Hell Art was naturally the One-Armed Underworld King's Three Kowtows.

Because Chen Fei had Suppress Dragon Elephant protecting his divine soul, when facing the kowtow of the One-Armed Underworld King, he had finally endured it by brute force.

As for the One-Armed Underworld King's second kowtow, Xing Xinyang's own comprehension was insufficient. Though burning his divine soul could also forcefully unleash it, in the end there were flaws there, and so Chen Fei directly broke it.

Therefore, Chen Fei had not actually taken the One-Armed Underworld King's second kowtow head-on. Otherwise, even Chen Fei himself could not say whether his divine soul would have suffered